Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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n 2i Z1 i Zl ii : E:: ii iii1E E? 2E i I lull' W ll lll,,'iQifftfllll Fllllllliflll ll ll ll:illliflllll My cares to the wind when l hear him sing, 4 Sweet, sweet, sweet, l'm bubbling over with cheer, f Sweet, sweet, sweet, Come over here, over here.', -Harold E. Welker, '26. 33585 For centuries people have endeavored to give an accurate definition of a kiss, one that would hold true in all cases. but up to the present time, they have failed utterly. In view of this fact, it might be well to consider what a kiss really is under different conditions, and in doing so, one discovers the following facts: There are various types of kissesg these range all the way from the kiss of friendship to that of eternal love. The soul kiss is, perhaps, the most interesting. Kisses might easily be compared to apples and oranges, for they are, as they always have been, the sweetest fruit on the tree of love. A kiss might, however, be accompanied by a sensation of pain, for isn't a kiss the limit of agony to a bashful man? There are people who have been accused of stealing kisses, but such accusations are always false, for a kiss is that which one cannot take without giving, and which one cannot give without taking. Kisses are peculiar due to the fact that they can be just enough, not enough, or too much, for instance, a kiss is just enough for two, not enough for three, and too much for one. A noted philosopher has said that two heads are better than one, and in the case of a kiss, his philosophy holds true. A kiss is a contradiction to the sense of taste, for it is something that is tasteless which becomes delicious in proportion as it is flavored with love. In the cases where a kiss carries with it that which is known to the human race as sound, the kiss might be defined either as a report at head quarters or as a telegram to the heart in which the operator uses the Sounding System. Kisses enter into all phases of lifep they play important parts in mathe- matics, English, and even in candy making. As illustrations of this fact, we can say in mathematics that a kiss is nothing divided by two, in English that this word is a noun, but is usually used as a conjunction, that it is never declined and is more common than proper, that it is not very singular in that it is generally used in the plural. As most people know, a kiss is a bit of confectionery wrapped in brown paper. A kiss also represents the three principal virtues, for to a married woman it is faith, to a girl hope, and to an old maid charity. People are usually annoyed when they have an itch which they can- not scratch, but those same people do not care when they cannot scratch the itchy sensation around their hearts which is produced as the direct result of a kiss. In conclusion, it might be well to consider the definition of a kiss as given in the dictionary. Webfter'J Unabridged states that a kiss is a pressure of the lips: however, it does not take notice of the fact that a kiss is the only agreeable two-faced action under the sunfor moon. A summary of a kiss might, therefore, be given in this manner: A kiss is that which is diferent according as the conditions are different, and the sensation which one gets depends wholly on the persons and the circum- stances. But in order to ascertain the true definition of a kiss, one must go through the ordeal himself, for a dic- tionary cannot do justice to a kiss, be- cause words, in such a case, are mean- ingless. -Richard Smith, '22.

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ll 'J n'm'm' ' i u 'Wlllllw lm T ll ll I ll ll lllllffflll llllillll at the station, nodding his bald head and saying, lt's going to blow tonight and blow hard. Then he looked down at the Willow, invisible except for the tiny light which Lars had seen every night and which conhrmed his discovery. With a last look at the clear sky. he went in to the house with the incessant sound of the waves below murmuring in his ears. The next morning when he had come out of the cottage, he looked at the angry waves, foaming and dashing in their Wrath. Then he looked for the Willow, and looked again in vain. The Willow was gonel Straight through his heart went a chill that smote him like a knife. The sea seemed to rise up as the sneering monster and challenge him once again. Then Lars took the dare. He ran on wings ofthe wind to the coast station where Captain Walt was just emerging. Captain Waltlu he panted. The Willow is gonelt' The old sea captain regarded the boy quizzicallyg then he laughed. I reckon you've sprung that one on me too often, lad. Besides I've told you the Willow has quit wandering. No, nol Look, where is she? panted the boy as he pointed a trembling finger towards the grey expanse. The Captain looked, then Said, Well, I'll bei l Lad, it is truel But the sea will have its own, and it's none ot' our business when she takes it. Oh, Captain Walt, We must go after herl Go after her? On this sea? Why boy, I believe you're ill. Come -U 'tNo, no, not for her, but l someone is on the Willow! The old captain gasped, but he was a man who knew his duty. Then the feud of the ages was on. As Lars stepped into the little coast- guard boat, he trembled and mur- mured a prayer. Then he raised his fist and whispered to the foaming waves, Now, now, you beast! For hours they cruised the angry sea, looking in vain for the ragged masts of the old derelict, the Willow-the-Wifp, for once more she had felt the Wanderlust of the sea. It was miraculous how the rugged little boat stood the violence of the sea, cruising, as it seemed, in vain. At, last Lars pointed a trembling finger and cried. See, the Willow. ' Yes, the Willow, sinking slowlyl and standing on it a figure holding in his arms a small bundle ..... When at last the stranger was in the boat, the three watched the Willow sink lower and lower until the foamy waves washed over her masts. The old derelict had found her rest at last. When Lars and the Captain and the stranger were safe in the warm coast station, and the pale father of Lars clasped the dripping boy in his arms, the stranger told his story: how he, a govern- ment scientist, had made the deserted old ship his laboratory and observatoryg how he had worked to perfect a delicate little instrument that would be invalu- able to sailors, how, that night, the Willow broke her chain and drifted out to sea on her last trip. And when next Lars went to the rocks. he stood as a conquering hero might, and gazed, una- fraid, at the sea, for he had accepted the challenge. - Ruth Maiztfll, '22, 3115112 bong Sparrow There's a bird, that I know, of slight renown, But one of the bestg lie flies in a coat of modest brown With stripes of gray in his vest. When he sings to his mate from the tip ofa tree. llis throat near burst with melody, - Sweet, sweet, sweet, l'm bubbling over with cheer, e Sweet, sweet, sweet, Come over here, over here. Let him fly Where he will, he will never intrude, On my love he may surely depend For he helps keep the orchards of insects subdued, And l'm proud I can call him my friend. l banish my sorrows and troubles, and fling

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